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Raven

Zoe: Hi. Or should that be: [in British accent.]
How do you do? [chuckles.]

Ellie: Hello.

[in normal voice.]
Zoe: I'm Zoe.

Ellie: And I'm Ellie.

Zoe: We're 15 and Uh, guys? Guys? Wrong girl.
We're the out-of-place Americans over here, and this is England.

Ellie: Beautiful, isn't it?

Rosie: This place smells of cow.

Ellie: Duh, Rosie.

Zoe: Yeah, now you come to mention it, there's a definite aroma.

Ellie: That's our little sister, Rosie. She's more LA than a wannabe actor sipping on kale juice.

Rosie: We've been walking for days. Are we lost?

Mom: I know these roads like the back of my hand.
I'm not lost.

Zoe: That's our mom. She's totally lost, in more ways than one.

Mom: Ooh, look at that.

[bird squawking.]

Mom: Is that a buzzard?

Zoe: And that, my friends, is a really big horse.

Ellie: It's beautiful.

Girl: Excuse me.

[Rosie gasps.]

Zoe: Sorry. Hope my sister didn't get in the way of your massive horse.

Rosie: Oh! My party shoes.

Gramps: Did someone say party?

Ellie and Zoe: Gramps!

Frank: Zoe! Ellie! But how wonderful to see you two! Ah. I thought you were going to camp. Where's your dad?

Ellie: Long story.

Mom: Dad, you're not supposed to be driving.

Gramps: I'm not supposed to be driving a car. This isn't a car. Now, who wants a lift to the house?

Rosie: Me.

Gramps: Get on the back there. Right, that's it. Welcome home. Ding, ding!

Rosie: Hit the gas, Gramps.

Maggie: Don't encourage him. Dad, slow down!

Zoe: Things in LA got kind of complicated kind of quickly.

Ellie: And we figure a summer vacay on a tiny island off the coast of England is just what we need.

Zoe: Zero parental stress, zero weirdly possessive friends - and absolutely zero drama.